Sonnet

Not a Word
I don’t care if it’s not a word I’m using it You heard If the antonym is real Then by god I’ll use anything that sounds right
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hacker
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You’re my Drug
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Criminals
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Yuki-onna
She beckons with a cold and lovely hand Anticipating reluctance and fear Few can her icy, pale allure withstand Unhesitatingly, I do draw near
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Letter to Poverty. AI-Generated.
POEM Writer: Anthony Oche Title: Letter to Poverty Hello Poverty, No, there won’t be any need for salutation Because you came without my invitation
By Anthony Ocheabout a year ago in Poets
Burning Fireballs. Content Warning.
Bonfires escaping in the skies of the potent courage, timid lights flashing on the slided floors obscure hyperconnected momeries
By Anket Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
If Not For You
Introduction A short sonnet stating what my Muse is to me. If Not For You 🦋🦉🌻♎💜♉🌻🦉🦋 My Words Would Never Flow As Smoothly As They Do Thanks To The Love You Show Everything Becomes True 🌻♎💜♉🌻 You're My Inspiration In All The Things You Do Queen Of My Creation Inspiring Through And Through 🦉♎💜♉🦉 Every Day You Inspire You're My Reason, So Bright My Princess Sets My Fire Brings My Stories To Life 🦋♎💜♉🦋 Thanks For Your Love So True No Words, If Not For You 🦋🦉🌻♎💜♉🌻🦉🦋
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Cruel
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Neon Eyes
Rhythms of fragility that crumble the safety Resemble in a queue, sliding over the broken heart Slid the life Skin to Bone, hydroactive memories
By Anket Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
A Quiet Christmas
Sometimes, I watch the snow fall and wonder if it remembers every hand it touches. Each flake feels like a whispered prayer, soft and fleeting, melting before it can tell me its secrets. The air is thick with pine and cinnamon, smells that wrap themselves around memories I thought I had forgotten—
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers & Dreams
Sometimes I cry, not knowing why, and laugh as if it’s my purpose—perhaps it is. I run my fingers over petals, somehow believing they hold the pulse of the earth.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets